Pacidy, my love. Glowing ember of evening. Your eyes are frozen with guilt. I read my fate on your cheeks. The smoldering coals of a passion. Once a meadow of hope.
Let him go!. He's a poor boy in his pocket, he's a poor boy in his shoes.. He's done his time, he's stood in line.. That boy has paid his dues.. . He ain't looking for a handout, he's just looking for a start..